DETECTIVES - Jay Halstead (2)

51- Mom and dad

July 15th

I groaned, pushing myself off the couch before walking to the kitchen- pushing my hand against my back in a way to support it. I heard chuckles from the man sitting at the kitchen island, making me glare at him.

"You know I hold you responsible for this, right?" I pointed accusingly at him, he laughed and held his hands up.

"I'm just as responsible as you are, baby." He argued, but stood up and headed my way anyway. Jay gripped me by the hips and pulled me against his chest closely - well as close as he could before my belly got in the way anyway. "It takes two to tango."

I laughed out loud, throwing my head back as my hands instinctively found their way to his chest. "You did not just use that line, Jay Halstead."

He chuckled, "Oh but I did."  Jay nodded to himself, seemingly proud. I rolled my eyes, leaning him to leave a soft kiss on his lips - but he didn't let go after that. Instead, he deepened it and carefully helped me hop on the counter so he could be standing in between my legs.

I hissed, making him jump back and look at me in worry. "What? You okay?" He stood back and looked at me from head to toe, like he was looking for an injury.

"I'm fine, I'm fine - this fucking marble countertops is really cold." I laughed and he rolled his eyes playfully as I pulled him back by his neck.

Ever since we moved inside our new house, I keep telling him that the countertop is incredibly cold. I think it's just the material and the fact that the sun doesn't shine through the kitchen's window at this time of the day. Jay just says that I'm exaggerating and that they're not that cold - which I responded by rolling my eyes and simply reminding him of the cold counters every time I could.

I absolutely loved the house, everything about it was perfect. Jay chose everything right, the house was straight out of my "House" Pinterest board. The house was regular sized and in a perfect neighbourhood. We were extremely happy here and we couldn't wait to welcome our little one into his beautifully built nursery upstairs.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Jay kissing down my neck, automatically finding my sweet spot. I moaned without thinking twice about it, running my fingers through the short hair on the base of his neck. His hands gripped at my hips tighter, pulling away from my neck with a smile on his lips. I didn't think twice before pulling him in for a passionate kiss, pushing myself closer to him as our tongue moved together, hands all over each other's body. Jay's hands moved to the hem of my shirt, as he pulled away from my neck so he could look at me.

"Do you want to?" He asked me softly, tugging on my shirt like he was trying to show me what he wanted to do - even though he didn't really have to because the mood he had set was enough explanation for me.

"Yeah," I answered, helping him get rid of my shirt as well as his. Before leaning in for another kiss, I couldn't help but say something else. "As long as you don't push the baby out so soon." I joked, a bit disturbed by my own dark humour. Jay gasped, shaking his head as he ended up laughing at my stupid joke.